The clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1883-1888, 1887-03-23
SHIRLEY CARSTONE.
By ELIZA ARCHARD.
CONTINUED
CHAPTER ".
MATRIMONIAL.

CHAPTER ".
MATRIMONIAL.
The scene changes We are across the sea.
But it is still a school Are We never to be
done with schoolst Well, no! Life is a school,
and the wise are never done learning.
The scene, by your leave, is German uni
versity town. Time, several years before the
opening of the humble tale you have done us
the honor to follow thus far On a giant
cliff above the town stands the most magnif-
cent ruin in Europe Below, the blue Neckar
rushes out from its mountains and seeks the
great Rhine beyond You know the town,
Heidelberg.
An American family were spending some
months there. With them was the pretty
daughter of the household, a girl of II.
Among the students at that time was young
man from the United States. He was barely
Is, but large, strong and manly in physique,
with dark hair and eyes. He was precocious
in every way; noted for his wide range of
study, as well as for his strength and cour-
age. He was, besides, the son of rich par
ents, who had INDUCED his every whim from
the time he was born. In brief he was fiery
youth, who knew no law but his own will.
Hundreds of parents from the United
States visit the old German town every year
versity dates back to the year of our Lord
1885, 1t is very famous. Hundreds of
American boys attend its classes every year.
But this particular boy, with the flashing
dark eyes, who loved his own way, met the
particular maiden of II one day at the Hotel
Victoria With the other hundreds we have
nothing TO do
Fate willed the meeting. The dark haired
youth mostly decided what followed, the first
part of it at any rate.
The girl was giggling, weak willed
creature, with poodle dog eyes and forehead,
and dolls red and white face. She had the
simpering, affected ways of school girl, who
cannot for one moment get rid of the con-
sciousness of her sex. The dark haired boys
room mate fancied himself madly in love
with ,r. His friend saw it with regret.
"I'l cure you of this nonsense, Frank
Broughton,n he said to himself. "I'll go and
make love to Miss Myra myself I'll cut you
out The girl viii throw you over. Then I'll
throw her over and go home for the summer,
and you go with me. You'll thank me for
breaking you of this blessed foolishness.
That evening, with his graceful, careless
bow and smile-the scapegrace was fascinat-
ing-the dark haired youth made his way to
the young lady:
Miss Myra, he said, at will be beauti-
full sunset VIII you and your moCher give
me the pleasure of going up the mountain
with you!"
The red and white girl simpered.
"Why la mamma" said she, shall we go?'
Mamma said Il think we may" with that
degree of alacrity, veneered by dignified re-
serve, which is due of an occasion when a
managing mamma scents q possible son-in-
law in rich and highly connected young
man.
1t quite took away the breath of Frank
Broughton In five minutes they were of, ,
before his very eyes.
II, reader, you are of a guessing turn, you
will know the rest. Well, the girl was pretty,
with her peach like cheeks, and her eyes Of
that color which the milliners call peacock
blue" The dark haired youth, who went in
for cutting his friend out to save him from
folly, was himself of passionate, susceptible
nature. The walks and rides up the mount
ain were finally continued on his own account.
What would you haves A month later the
same three went up the mountain. Mamma
discreetly fingered in the shadow, in the great
square of the magnificent ruin. In the
shadow in the smaller square at the front Of
the magnificent ruin, the dark haired youth
who had his own way, pressed Miss Myra's
babylike hand, kissed her on her babylike
lips and whispered in her babylike ear:
Aln month I'm coming home to marry
youn
aAnd Miss Myra blushed and said:
sWhy, la, how could YOUR
That was the very question he asked him
self many a time afterward. Frank Brough-
ton was avenged
In q month they were married, the boy and
girl. The youths parents opposed feebly, but
Philip Dumoray had always had his own
way. Miss Myra's mother helped on the
match in all the haste consistent with regard
to the best appearances. Had she not been
an American mother of the highest standing
it might have even seemed that she feared
the prize would slip through her fingers.
The young people set up housekeeping in
New York. Twin sons were born to them
within year. Then it was that Philip
| Dumoray faced the great new truth. that a
man who has mother-in-law, a dull, silly
wife and a pair of babies can't always have
| his own way. What could even thunder and
| lightning do against hill of puttys
Myra Dunaoray developed such astounding
| capacity for emotion that Philip could scarcely
| believe his own senses Strange, too, but
| the emotion was always OF a disagreeable
| kind Scenes began TO take place that
| thoroughly alarmed the youthful husband,
/ and then thoroughly enraged him His
| household was comfortless 1t was something
| new not to be comfortable. Matters went
| from bad to worse between them Once be
| had said impatiently:
| aWhat in thunder is this mess cooks
| brought ins Do you call that coffee, MyraI
| wonder why you never have anything fit to
| eat in the houser
| Perhaps, like man, this strong young fel-
| low would not have noticed that other things
| were 50 slouchy, If the household had hap
| pened to have good cook. But the tender
point Of the masculine gender is its stomach
sWhen you married me, who'd thought
/ you'd ever been so cross. You would marry
me- And now you're always grumbling, and
me not at all welll Boo-hoo-hooin remarks
| Mrs. Dumoray-
He pushed back from the table and strode
out Of the room Myra sent for mamma.
| They counseled together. When the male
monster returned both women wore an air ol
nartyrlike resignation that exasperated him
beyond measure.
| 1t went on 80 for days and months What
/ might have been expected from the self viii
| and undisciplined temper of Philip Dumoray,
| He was moody and half savage az home
Myra would shut herself mp and sulk and CRY
4 for hours. Mamma was there to protect her
darling, and perhaps it was wen she was. a
times Philip was sincerely fond of bis liftll
boys That much at least Is to Be said fol
him He amused himself and them every
day One afternoon be missed them
aWhere are the babies. Myrar be asked hi.
wife
~0h, sent them away to zpend month Al
nurses mothers IN the country. pmno< wel
md thev made me nervouAr